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The dining room of the estate was a masterclass in suffocating opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung suspended from the vaulted ceiling, casting a warm, luxurious glow over the imported Italian marble floors. At the center of the room sat a massive mahogany table, heavy with the scent of expensive Bordeaux, roasted delicacies, and the quiet, polite murmurs of high-society guests.

At the head of the table sat Eleanor. She was a stark, commanding vision in a blood-red, off-the-shoulder evening gown. The heavy silk draped perfectly over her slender frame, and a massive diamond necklace rested against her collarbone, catching the light with every shallow breath. Her blonde hair was swept into an immaculate, tightly coiled updo. She swirled the dark red wine in her crystal glass, her sharp eyes scanning the well-dressed guests. She was the absolute queen of this gilded cage, demanding flawless perfection from everything and everyone around her.